The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-09-16
THE BANSHEE.
Weird Music Mistaken for Wagner
on the Bagpipes.

'tHow you can spend your time and
eyes over that nonsensieal trash passes
my comprehension. Why can't you
do something sensible and useful?"
Like me, click the knitting-needles
which Aunt Nancy brandishes vicious
ly and defantly.
Aunt Lavinia looks up from the bit
of satin in which she is setting the del
icate stitches with such exquisite care
and daintiness.
''You are always so practical and
energetic. Nancy she says Il was
not made that way, though l can adj
miro it in others But l can't admire
business, " she adds more sharply, as
Aunt Nancy rises and jerks down the
shade of the window by which Aunt
Lavinia is sitting
yes, fussinessr - snaps back Aunt
Nancy. That's what You call it when
/ want to save yOur eyes and your
work from ruin. The sun was just
going to touch the corner of your work.
Five minutes moro and it would have
been blazing full upon it, What color
would your blue satin have been after
an hour of it. / should like TO know?
And what would your eyes be good for
after you had been putting them out
over your greeny- blues, and your bluey-
grays. aud your browny-yellOws in all
that e.lareP'
Il could have moved. l suppose. "
SAYS Aunt Lavinia. I'm not para
Iytic vet, l hope should never have
dreamed of working in such a state OF
things"
SO you say" retorts Aunt Nancy.
with a grunt. 'Td like to see some
signs of common sense before believe
in ii, though"
Aunt Lavinia says nothing. hut APP
plies herself to her work in the semi
darkness with tightly closed lips and
somber brow. Aunt Nancy clicks her
needles briskly. and the coarse gray
stocking grows rapidly beneath her
flying fingers.
Nancy" Aunt Lavinia says, half
timidly. at last "have you thought
over what l said yet?'
1--WE thought over a good many
things you said. first and last" says
Aunt Nancy; ''but l can't say / ever
saw any particular sense in them.
Whac special say are you talking
about nOwP'
''Aunt Rosie" said Aunt Lavinia,
still more timidly-"about the story
she told MS when she came home
about. Oh. Nancy. you know well
enough what l mean
Aunt Nancy kuits on in silence for q
moment with n gathering frown; then
she breaks forth:
Thought it overP I've thought il
over as much as the subject requires,
Lavinia Carroll, and that's not ut all.
say no-decidedly and emphNtically
no. II you feel called upon to forgiv,
for yourself / don't feel called upon tC
forgive for you, and that's all there is
about il.
Il think YOU might at least let ms
do as like about thing that con
Germs me, and nobody but me, " cries
Aunt Lavinia. IF choose 10 forgive
why should l not be allowed to?'
And Nancy's face grows darker an,
sterner, and her needles fly faster ant
more viciously, as she answers:
Il have n right to resent my sister
wrongs, and l shall do so while l live,
] have a right to resentment against &
traitor and deceiver, and neither his
son nor his sons son shall sit at my
table and eat of my bread. much less
enter the family"
Nancy" cries Aunt Lavinia
aghast why, the poor fellow i
only twenty-four and not even mar
ried, and you're beginning to talk o
his son already! lists POSITIVELY
improper, that's what it is, and I'm
surprised at you-yes. surprised a
you, Nancy Carroll y
The expression of Aunt Nancy
face is indescribable. She cast one
glance, queerly compounded Of aston
izhmcui, scorn, Indignation AMI % Ger
tain grim amusement upon Aunt la